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119 | Though trouble assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
120 | Appointed by thee, we meet in thy name | | | | | | | |
121 | O all that pass by, To Jesus draw near | | | | | | | |
122 | Hosanna to Jesus on high! | | | | | | | |
124 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
125 | Come let us ascend, my companion and friend | | | | | | | |
126 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
128 | All hail! happy day, When enrob'd in our clay | | | | | | | |
129 | My God I am thine, what a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
130 | Come let us anew, Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
131 | Again we lift our voice | | | | | | | |
132 | Come, let us anew, our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
134 | Glory to God on high, Let earth and skies reply | | | | | | | |
136 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
137 | Ah! I shall soon be dying | | | | | | | |
138 | Ye simple souls that stray | | | | | | | |
140 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | | | |
141 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
143 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
144 | See the Lord of glory dying! | | | | | | | |
145 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
146 | Hail! the blest morn, when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
148 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
150 | Thou sweet flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
152 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
154 | I'll praise my maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
155 | Lift up your heads in joyful hope | | | | | | | |
156 | When marshall'd on the mighty plain | | | | | | | |
158 | Hail! thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
A1 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
A2 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
A3 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
A4 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
A5a | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
A5b | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
A6 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
A7 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
A8 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
A9a | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
A9b | Think, O my soul, the dreadful day | | | | | | | |
A10 | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
A11 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
A12 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
A13 | Stoop down, my tho'ts, that used to rise | | | | | | | |
A14a | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
A14b | When, gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
A15 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will you die | | | | | | | |
A16 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
A17 | Come, weary souls, with sins distrest | | | | | | | |
A18 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
A19 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
A20 | Awake my soul to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
A21 | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
A22 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
A23 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
A24 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
A25 | Hark, how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
A26 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
A27 | When shall we three meet again! | | | | | | | |
A28 | Happy is he that fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
A29 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
A30 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
A31 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
A32 | Come humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
A33 | Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
A34 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
A35 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
A36 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
A37a | Salvation! O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
A37b | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
A38 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
A40 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
A41 | Show pity Lord; O Lord forgive | | | | | | | |
A42 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
A43 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
A46 | Ye shepherds of Bethlehem, go to the manger | | | | | | | |
A47 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
A48 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
A49 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
A50 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
A51a | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
A51b | In chariots of light from the regions of day | | | | | | | |
A52 | Come thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
A53 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
A54 | The chariot, The chariot, its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
A55 | Though in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
A56 | O, land of rest, for thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
A57 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
A58 | Ye people that wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
A59 | Safely thro' another week | | | | | | | |
A60 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
A61 | Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
A62 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
A63 | Did Jesus, Lord above! | | | | | | | |
A64 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we! | | | | | | | |